On the third day after arriving in Kobe, Weihan used a first-class ticket to Sapporo and a thick tip to send away Marta, a beautiful translator who had been eating, drinking and having fun for several days and had made an alibi for several days.
Then he, Jima and Maya boarded a private plane piloted by Alili.
After a short flight, when the plane landed in Vladivostok, Weiran immediately took Jima away from Maya who was preparing to return to Kazan, transferred to a cargo plane waiting for them in advance, and flew to Inta.
"If I had known better, I wouldn't have accepted these two gold bars."
In the cabin of the cargo plane, Ji Ma shamelessly complained while tapping the two gold bars in his hand, "Victor, my good brother, how can you bear to let me and my Ma?"
"Give me a few days of help and I'll take you and your Maya to Australia."
Wei Ran offered the chips, "Suisui and the other girls will most likely go as well. Ji Ma, my good brother, Australia is a warm place with sunshine, beaches, and bikinis."
"My half-brother, even if you want to steal Comrade Lenin and sell him, I will help you!" Jima immediately changed his tone, patting his chest and making a vow.
After fooling Jima, the two of them put on noise-cancelling headphones and eye masks and immediately began to catch up on their sleep. When the transport plane landed safely and smoothly at the airport near the hot spring camp, Jima, who had already bit the hook, immediately called Weiyan to get in.
An An-6 aircraft that Misha helped prepare took off lightly and flew directly to the east side of the Gural Mountains.
Compared with how long it took Weiran and Mesut to get from the Yenisey River to the wilderness tundra 150 kilometers east of the Ob River, the production time of this aircraft is almost exactly the same as the time of Mesut's escape from prison.
However, the transport plane took less than two hours to fly eastward from the hot spring camp, over the Ural Mountains and the frozen Ob River, and flew at low altitude to the coordinate point provided by Weiran.
Under the cooperative control of the two brothers, the transport plane using skis faced the biting cold wind and the surging aurora, and successfully landed on the frozen tributary of the Ob River.
"You go to the military base first," Wei Ran said before opening the hatch. "Wait for my news and fly here to pick me up at any time."
"This damn place is not safe," Ji Ma reminded loudly through the communication headset, "There are weapons in the tail cabin, take one."
"Do not worry"
As he spoke, Wei Ran turned around and walked to the stern cabin, opened the hatch and casually took out a double-barreled shotgun, and then took out a cowhide bullet belt with more than a dozen bullets fixed in it. Then he took off the communication earphone and threw it away.
Holding a pair of skis, he opened the hatch.
Watching Wei Ran run away on his skis, Ji Ma then called to Misha who came with him and closed the cabin door. He controlled the transport plane to take off along the river. After some circling, it flew to a destination less than three hundred meters away.
kilometers of abandoned military bases.
On the cold and windy tundra, Wei Ran glanced at the An-6 aircraft that was flying farther and farther away and finally disappeared from sight. He silently took off his skis, took out the half-track motorcycle that he had not used for a long time, and followed the guidance of the satellite map.
Next, with the roar of the engine, we drove towards the coordinate point provided by the metal book.
With a distance of less than 10 kilometers, Wei Ran, who looked tired from the journey, stopped the car and raised his telescope, but he couldn't help but sigh.
At this time, only two hundred meters away from him was the round stone house.
But time has passed, and now this stone house has been buried in snow, leaving only the incomplete conical roof - it has been abandoned for a long time.
Putting away the camera, Wei Ran drove the half-track motorcycle through the not-so-thick snow and continued forward, finally stopping at the door of the round stone house.
"boom!"
While putting away the half-track motorcycle, Wei Ran used the double-barreled shotgun he brought to pull the trigger above his head, then loaded the bullet again, and then carefully pushed open the door that was almost falling off with the muzzle of the gun.
wooden door.
Unfortunately, although the house is still strong with a stone wall half a meter thick around it, the inside is completely abandoned.
Wherever he looked, he even saw a skinned brown bear with its limbs and head chopped off, and several skinned wolf carcasses randomly thrown on a tattered table by the fireplace.
Shaking his head secretly, Wei Ran stepped on his skis again and slid towards the original cave according to his memory.
Although more than half a century has passed, the outline of the cave that was originally collapsed by the bomb can still be seen. The most important thing is that there is a simple tombstone carved from stone.
Taking out the engineer shovel to dig up the snow around the tombstone, Wei Ran couldn't help but be stunned. There was only one crooked Russian sentence engraved on the tombstone that was even spelled incorrectly - a Muscovite named Mesut.
Obviously, this tombstone should have been left by the original Nenets couple.
Don't even think about it, Wei Ran will definitely not dig this cave. It is better for Mr. Mesut to do this excavation work worth 150,000 euros himself.
As for now, I will naturally rest and then go home.
However, before he could decide whether to simply set up a tent or endure the pain of labor and take out the transport truck, Xia Shushi, who was far away in China, dialed his satellite phone.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran found a big rock with leeward wind and sat down against it, then connected to the satellite phone and asked.
"Where are you putting it?" Xia Shushi asked, "When I called your cell phone, it said it couldn't be reached."
"The Arctic Circle in Siberia is preparing to dig up the graves of the German devils." Wei Ran asked back, "What's going on? What do you want from me?"
"You're holding back and talking nonsense."
Xia Shushi obviously didn't believe Wei Ran's rare truth, and said angrily, "Brother, have you forgotten about Mr. Simpson? The old gentleman just called me and asked us about
What is the progress of the investigation?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Mr. Simpson? He went back?"
"How can that be done?"
Xia Shushi shook his head helplessly, "While we are still in the capital waiting for news about us, I heard from his Tang translator that this old gentleman has even written several wills.
It's already half a month later than the agreed time. If we two brothers drag it on any longer, I'm afraid this old gentleman has even arranged where he will be buried and what color the coffin will be."
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. Although he couldn't tell Xia Shushi and that Simpson the truth, the latter chose to meet him and entrusted him with the second photo album. That was really a shame.
He was holding on to it as a life-saving straw.
Now it's mid-December, so I've been with him for a month and a half, and I've really helped him put an end to those two photo albums.
What's more, he was actually far more curious than Mr. Simpson whether the woman in the burned photos was the missing American female explorer.
Thinking of this, Wei Ran smiled and asked, "Leave me alone, have you found anything in your investigation?"
“Nothing of value”
Although Xia Shushi on the other end of the phone said this, his tone was unavoidably a little proud, "But I found a wanted list issued by the Brisbane Port Police in Australia in 1957, and I also found information about the whaling that took place there.
The characterization of the murders on the ship, guess what? I tell you, this is really interesting, it was common at the time."
"There are 28 wanted persons in total, all of them Japanese sailors. The case is characterized as internal strife caused by uneven distribution of illegal whaling proceeds." Wei Ran asked with a smile, "Am I right?"
"Have you found out too?" Xia Shushi grinned.
"I found it. I also found out that the whaling ship was called Nagatsuka Maru. I also found photos of the captain being dismembered."
"You can do that?" Xia Shushi asked with interest, "What else did you find out?"
Glancing at the satellite phone in his hand, Wei Ran thought for a while and said, "We have indeed found some clues. In this case, you can help me ask Mr. Simpson if he still has his at home. What does he have? Then
What are the names of the two sailors?"
"His father Karan," Xia Shushi reminded helplessly, "and Chris's father Hugo."
"Yes, it's these two. In your name, help me ask Mr. Simpson if he has any belongings from Callan or Mr. Hugo at home. I want to see if there are any clues that we have overlooked."
After a brief pause, Wei Ran added, "The important thing to ask is whether one of these two people has ever owned a 12-gauge lead shotgun.
Don't get me wrong, I mean, in your name, ask Mr. Simpson's father, Mr. Callan, and Mr. Hugo, whether any of them had a gun when they killed the Japanese captain.
12 gauge shotgun."
"Do you really have a clue?" Xia Shushi obviously realized something from these words.
"Ask first"
Wei Ran smiled and reminded again, "You must make it clear to him that it is Mr. Karan's or Mr. Hugo's 12-gauge shotgun."
"Okay, let me ask." Xia Shushi agreed, "If there is any"
"If so, you may need to invite me to go to Australia together, and you need his help to go through the immigration formalities for us."
Wei Ran said, "In addition, you may need to test-fire that 12-gauge shotgun. Remember, it's you, not me. I am the helper you invited to find clues. What I just said is all
You investigated it."
"Understood, I'll call him right now. If there really is the shotgun you mentioned, I'll invite you to go with me." Xia Shushi vowed to agree.
"so be it"
Wei Ran glanced at the aurora surging above his head, "I'm waiting for your news. If there is that weapon, Mr. Simpson must keep it so that it doesn't move around and doesn't require any maintenance. This is key."
"Fine"
Although Xia Shushi didn't understand what Wei Ran wanted to do, he agreed again and then hung up the phone.
"How did he say?"
In the capital of China, in a single-family villa beside a reservoir in the suburbs, Qin II, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, asked hurriedly before Xia Shushi put down his mobile phone.
"He seems to have found some key clue."
Xia Shushi threw his phone on the sofa helplessly, "But he didn't explain it in detail. He only asked me to contact Simpson."
As he spoke, Xia Shushi described all the strange requests Wei Ran had just made.
"It seems that Brother Wei Ran has found the master of his suffering," Qin Er said with almost certainty.
"What did you say?" Xia Shushi looked at Qin Er with a clear nose on his face without knowing why.
"Brother Wei Ran must have found the culprit, the family member of the slain executioner captain."
Qin Er repeated it, pointing to a particularly bloody photo between the two, and said, "I asked Brother Yang before, and he said that this head was hit by a troll. What does that mean?
This shows that Wei Ran must have obtained the key evidence. After all these years, who will keep the evidence? It must be the family of the victim."
"Why didn't you say anything just now?" Xia Shushi asked dissatisfied.
"Why don't you say the photo is too bloody and you don't want to see it?"
Qin Er lit up a cigarette angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and contact Lao Xin from Australia and ask when you can visit his big farm. I will go with you then."
"You going with me?"
Xia Shushi looked at Qin Er in surprise, "No, wait a minute, I just wanted to ask, why are you and me going? To be targets?"
"Hiding my little aunt, didn't I go to Ryukyu two days ago? Good guy, these two days my sister and my brother-in-law have been looking for me all over the world and want to take me to Gahemorrhoids. Otherwise, how could I hide here?
Come?"
Qin Er waved his hands with lingering fear, and then he had a gossipy look on his face. He lowered his voice and winked and said, "Let me tell you, my little aunt is definitely attracted to Wei Ran. She has been asking me a lot in the past two days.
I don’t know why brother Wei Ran went to the Japanese side.”
"What else is going on?!"
Xia Shushi suddenly became interested, and asked about the story between his aunt and his good brother with a gossipy face, so much so that he completely forgot about calling Mr. Simpson who was waiting so hard.
